The other night my girlfriend and I decided to go into town to see a movie. As we waited at a stoplight in my Prix, I hear this godawful racket behind me. Look left, and a Wal-Mart flat black '90's Mustang pulls up, with two redneck kids behind the wheel and what sounded like the 'cut-the-hell-off' exhaust job. They started revving and acting cool. Over their crappy exhaust nobody could hear me stalling the converter of my 3100 to 2k.
The light turned green and I eased off the brake to limit wheelspin (so as to not alert my significant other sitting shotgun to what was happening.) As such, they got the jump. Then my converter caught and the rpms started to climb, as the Mustang faded to two lights behind me. Defeated, he slinked off a side street. Definitely one of my favorite kills so far.



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